Monthly Archive: May, 2018

Happy Mother’s day — Memory of a mother.

Memory of a Mother   A Poem by Coyote Poetry   I was raised by a stepmother. I called her mother. She gave love and raised many children. The word Mother should be… Continue reading

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A mother’s tears’ – Happy Mother’s day

A mother’s tears A Poem by Coyote Poetry When a life is lost in war. Someone is heart broken somewhere.   A mother’s tears   There is nothing as beautiful as a mother… Continue reading

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Choose the road you love’

Choose the road you love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is simple. Find something you enjoy. Then do it.   Nirvana-The supreme happiness that according to Buddhism comes when all passion, hatred… Continue reading

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Follow My Roads

Originally posted on Midwest Fantasy Writes:
I am a journey unending roads of things you don’t know but want to continuous wonder winding through worlds you always dreamed of yet never dared follow…

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The lulls of your lullaby

The lulls of your lullaby   I thirst for darkness, not light. I seek wild dances, not the shade of real love that will fade. I want the divine kiss and the long… Continue reading

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Peace, hell and heaven

Words for peace, hell and heaven   I called you my friend. I have become the literal dead. Dead friends killed in faraway wars are heavy upon my mind and the damned wars… Continue reading

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Why laughter is important

Originally posted on Musings:
Laughter lifts up the soul its melodious rhythm console Its power to heal and restore brings delight more   Laughter gives life more meaning and hope mostly to those…

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POETRY FROM THE LADIES

Originally posted on VOICES OF A HIDDEN SELF:
My dear friends, I have today for your delectation something rather special. It struck me how many wonderful, famous and celebrated poets are women compared…

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‘I saw a face

I saw a face   I saw a face in the distance. A beautiful tempting face. The face brought back a sweet memory, was once a sweet memory.   She walked toward me… Continue reading

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Where the wild roses grow’

Where the wild roses grow   – I have known   I have danced with the sea, I have stood on the great mountains surrounded by the free clouds, I have found the… Continue reading

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